Beth Halvorsen came to the cranberry bogs with a clipboard and a bus ticket home.
She’s an Englischer and a university researcher, and the Amish district of Cranberry Hollow, Wisconsin, is only meant to be her field season; one year of data, a finished dissertation, and then the road back to Madison.
But the wet harvest has a pull of its own. So does the hush of the meeting house, the lure of a kitchen learned at another woman’s elbow, and the steady, unhurried man who works the ten-acre Borntreger bog.
Isaiah Borntreger will not court an Englischer woman. The faith does not bend, and he will not ask it to. He can only do the work beside her, and wait, and let her decide which life is hers.
But a buyer out of Warrens has put a price on the Borntreger ten and a date on the calendar. The bishop’s slow instruction has a clock of its own. And the women of the district are watching the stranger among them, wondering whether she has come for the faith, or only for the man.
Spring is coming, and Beth must choose: the life she trained for, or the one taking root in her, row by row.
A tender, slow-burn Amish romance of belonging, stewardship, and the long road into a faith. Sweet and clean, with a heartfelt, hard-won happy ending.
Faith. Work. The bend in the road that turns toward home.
